Doomsday Fortress

"Lin Feng, don't be rash. What Luo Heng means is that Bro Yi and the rest are definitely not in danger, otherwise, they will definitely come back to ask for help."    

    

Yang Bing's words made sense, but how could Lin Feng listen to Yang Bing when he was burning with anger.    

    

With the strength of a one-handed grip, Yang Bing was directly sent flying away by the strength of a mutated human. Luckily, Zhang Cong and the others knew that the situation was not good and were prepared to catch Yang Bing. When they finally reacted, they saw Sun Tie rushing towards Zhou Tie with a face full of anger.    

    

Luo Heng also has First Level Evolutionist, although his strength cannot compare up to Lin Feng, but his fighting technique is not just for show. Seeing Lin Feng rushing towards him, Luo Heng's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, instead of retreating, he advanced and started to fight Lin Feng! "    

    

The two of them were the top fighters in the team and they clashed with each other in the hall. The others hastily ran away, but it wasn't because they didn't want to stop the two of them, it was because they couldn't stop them.    

    

"Ta ta ta ta …"    

    

The sound of footsteps could be heard, and before the person even arrived, the voice that carried a hint of melancholy reached everyone's ears.    

    

"Yang Bing, is there any news from Bro Yi?"    

    

This soft female voice seemed to be able to calm everyone down. Lin Feng and Luo Heng, who were in the middle of fighting, suddenly stopped their attacks. As if they had discussed this beforehand, they quickly retreated to the side and stood still.    

    

"Deng deng deng!"    

    

The footsteps suddenly became hurried. The petite Lee Mei suddenly ran out from the stairs and rushed in front of Yang Bing with a worried look on her face.    

    

"Yang Bing, I heard from Ling Xuan that there's news from Bro Yi. It's …" Lee Mei said weakly with a sorrowful expression.    

    

"Yes, good or bad news?"    

    

Yang Bing quickly bent over to pick up the bag that Lin Feng threw on the ground. Taking advantage of him bending down to cover his face, Yang Bing quickly adjusted his expression. When Lee Mei saw him again, she already felt happy.    

    

Yang Bing showed a hint of excitement in his tone as he handed the package over to Lee Mei.    

    

"Sister Mei, indeed, Bro Yi and the others have received news, this bag was found about ten kilometers away from the prison. We just discussed that Bro Yi and the others should continue chasing after the Mutant Python, maybe the Mutant Python ran too far away, so Bro Yi and the others won't be able to get back in time tonight!"    

    

Yang Bing looked around as he spoke, looking at everyone one by one.    

    

How could everyone not understand what Yang Bing meant?    

    

"That's right, Sister Mei, Bro Yi and the others probably went too far and haven't had the chance to come back yet!"    

    

"Yes, Bro Yi will definitely be back tomorrow. Sister Mei, don't worry!"    

    

Lin Feng and Luo Heng also gave up their animosity and went up to comfort Lee Mei as if nothing had happened.    

    

"Sister Mei, I have discussed this with Yang Bing and Luo Heng. They will be back by noon tomorrow at the latest. Don't worry."    

    

Luo Heng nodded continuously after hearing Lin Feng's words and gave Lee Mei a reassured look.    

    

Lee Mei let out a long sigh of relief when she heard everyone's words.    

    

Just when everyone thought Lee Mei's mood had calmed down, a room closest to the main hall on the first floor suddenly opened. Shen Hee and his sister ran out anxiously with an old-fashioned radio in their hands.    

    

"Sister Mei, Brother Yang, there's movement on the radio!"    

    

The faces of everyone present changed drastically when they heard Shen Bing's melodious voice.    

    

It had been almost a month since the apocalypse. Other than the first few days, there were still some news from the government on the radio. Until now, that radio station had been silent for more than half a month.    

    

What news would the radio station say when it recovered this time? Good? Bad? A big question mark appeared in everyone's heart.    

    

Only Yang Bing, Lin Feng, and the others had a gloomy expression on their faces.    

    

As Shen Bing spoke, she pressed the switch on the radio. A melodious female voice with a chirping sound reached everyone's ears.    

    

"Greetings, lucky humans. This is the Capital Radio Station. I would like to inform one more person …" The woman's voice paused for a moment before she sighed and continued.    

    

"Next I have to inform you of the good news, after a period of life and death battle with the zombies, the temporary guard team of the capital discovered a type of white meat in the zombie's head, scientists have ordered it to be a Glycosylated Meat, and after half a month of research by experts, they have determined that this Glycosylated Meat has an effect on human body, and every zombie has a Glycosylated Meat in its head. As long as you use alcohol to wash off the blood on the Glycosylated Meat before you consume the planned meat, you can safely consume it without having to worry about becoming a zombie.    

    

"Each survivor will be able to act according to their capabilities. If the conditions allow, they will be able to hunt and kill zombies, obtain Glycosylated Meat s, and improve their physique."    

    

The woman's voice suddenly became somewhat sorrowful as she spoke slowly.    

    

"At the same time, I will also inform you of the bad news. After a month of the apocalypse, according to incomplete statistics from the capital, the surviving population has been reduced to around two levels, which means that the population of the capital and Wing Province is less than 20 million. I hope that the survivors from other places will not go hunting for zombies, even if they do not have the confidence to do so!" "At the same time, I'll also inform you of the bad news, after a month of apocalypse, according to incomplete statistics from the capital.    

    

"The second message is...    

    

The voice on the radio became even more muffled and even sounded like it was about to cry.    

    

"Due to the energy problem, the capital could no longer receive the signal from the satellite. That is to say, this is the last notification. I hope to hear every word that I say from the survivors on this radio …" "Buzz …"    

    

The voice seemed to know that the broadcast was about to be cut off as it said anxiously.    

    

"I hope that all of you survivors will do your best to help others while ensuring your safety. Only if we unite will we be able to survive in this apocalyptic world full of zombies …" "Buzz …" "Buzz …" Don't... Forget, Country... forever behind you. "    

    

"Buzz …" Buzz    

    

The woman's sorrowful voice slowly became smaller under the buzzing of the radio until it completely disappeared.    

    

The hearts of everyone in the hall sank once again. Although they had long since known about the Glycosylated Meat that the radio station was talking about, the frightening figures shocked everyone.    

    

Less than twenty million.    

    

Everyone knew that the capital was the center of the country, with a population of 30 million people living in the capital alone. Including the migrant workers, there were at least 50 to 60 million people.    

    

There were only twenty million people left, and that was only because the capital was heavily guarded. Perhaps there would be fewer survivors from other provinces.